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[Kisiel]

She looked around, searching for whoever he was talking to. But to her dissapointment, there was no one else in the room but herself and Alex. "Megan? Who's that?" she asked, locking her stare on the boy.

[Midnight Butterfly]

Alex paled. "What's your name?" He asked her. Maybe it wasn't amnesia. Maybe it was multiple personality disorder.

[Kisiel]

"My name... I don't know..." she replied thoughtfully. "What's your name?" she repeated his question.

[Midnight Butterfly]

Alex cursed under his breath. "I'm Alex. And you are Megan." He explained carefully. "I think you might have amnesia..."

[Kisiel]

"I'm Megan.... That's a nice name..." she smiled, wondering how Alex found her. After all, perhaps it was good that ahe couldn't remember what happened to her.

[Midnight Butterfly]

Alex smiled, sittig down next to her. He pulled his shirt back on, ignoring the red bandages on his wrist. "Not panicking anymore?" he asked, looking at her.

[Kisiel]

"No... Why would I" she said and attempted to walk out of the room again, forgetting that she had a broken leg.

[Midnight Butterfly]

Alex pulled her back onto his sofa. "Stay put. Broken leg, remember?" He said, looking at her disapprovingly.

[Kisiel]

"Umm... No I don't," she said confused. "How do you know all this?"
Megan tried to think how she got her leg broken, but again, she couldn't remember.

[Midnight Butterfly]

"Because I was there when it happened. I did try to stop them... Hence the bruises." Alex said carefully. It was half the truth, most of the bruises were from the doctors but not all.